“Ready or not here I come!”
Her insidious grief weeps throughout her entire being. Her heart wrapped in cold stone tears every tired day and endless evening, always, for eternity. Erasing all of what she is– burning every book, shredding every photo of herself, from birth to 50, vowing to never again write poetry. Goodbye “Love Her Madly” ruby stained lips that hold the pearly white fires of smiles for him. Oh how those luscious parenthesis held secrets and truths of her deepest desires, fears, love and depression. Goodbye violet eyes–their sonic bloom waiting for the watering and the twinkling of his magick brown sugar dust to take her from the sour dirt to the Milky Way. Goodbye to the velvet tracing of his fingers upon the tracks of her dazzling decolletage. Goodbye to the dance, the sway, the two-step and the twirl. Goodbye to his gentle hold of her breast when sweetly in slumber. Hello to the drowning sounds of our far away laughter. He is missed.